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We take joy in and accept a child that sees the world in this manner, however there’s a stigma with an adult that continues to do the same.

I believe this is what Daddy is often looking for when he says I need you to be little. The happiness it brings him just watching me enjoy life.

Mark Nepo The Book of AwakeningDecember 20

Believing

“Believing is all a child does for a living.”

~ Kurtis Lamkin

Picasso once said that artists are those of us who still see with the eyes of children. Somehow, as we journey into the world, more and more gets in the way, and we stop questioning things in order to move deeper into them and start questioning as a way to challenge things that we fear are false.

As a child I used to talk to things – birds that flew over head, trees that swayed slowly in the night, even stones drying in the sun. For years, though, I stopped doing this freely because of what others might think, and then I stopped altogether. Now I learn that Native Americans do this all the time, that many original peoples believe with their childlike eyes right into the center of things.Now, almost fifty, I am humbled to recover the wisdom that believing is not a conclusion, but a way into the vitality that waits in everything.

I have not openly talked about my online friends with my children. Now they are not stupid and they have known for quite some time that I am chatting online. I have been given many a lecture about how who I am chatting with could really be a “middle aged man in his mother’s basement”. Lmao When I talk to Daddy about my friends I tend to lower my voice around the kids. I am not ashamed of them, I think it is just due to the nature of our meeting. I’m not good at lying and so telling them I met them in a quilting forum wouldn’t be convincing. Lol

Saturday I got the news just a couple hours before an extended family bbq. Daddy texted all of the kids and let them know that someone I was close to was gone. It wasn’t discussed but I got extra hugs and they were sympathetic.

In the next few months I am planning to meet a few of these friends in person. Last night I casually mentioned to my oldest the conference and friend that I would be meeting. I gave little detail as I hadn’t quite planned it out. This morning I realized I really do want to let the kids know about my friends. I want to talk about them openly. Elsewhere too. I lost a really good friend and part of me wanted to say something when I was asked How was your time off? Alright was what I said when I really wanted to say it fucking sucked.

Ahhh the “Who really has the power” debate.
Andrea Zanin does an excellent job describing why the debate is absurd.
“If we assume that two individuals with equal negotiating power decide they want to engage in some kinky fun, then it follows that they share power in whatever they’re doing. “

Today I want to tackle (read: tear apart) a common kink misconception I’ve been hearing off and on for the better part of twenty years. That is: in BDSM, the power is actually in the hands of the bottom or submissive.

This statement is profoundly weird. I think people started saying it in order to disrupt the idea that bottoms have no say at all, which I suppose is a laudable goal. After all, the “BDSM is abuse” crowd is not known for nuanced thinking, so I guess a strong pushback might have been necessary at some point.

But simply flipping the statement gets you a new one no better than the original. And frankly I think it’s reasonable for anti-BDSM folks to call bullshit on that kind of simplistic response, because it truly is bullshit, even if I find the rest of their politics abhorrent.